he changed, but didn't want it to show.
he was sad.
instead of singing the love songs
he sung the depressing ones
just like I used to.
I couldn't speak the words I wanted to say
sometimes he'd get mad.
I hated it
he fought for me, us.
but us, just wasn't enough anymore.
YOU ARE READING
astronomy•poetry
Poesiathese poems are for the lonely, forgotten, the lost poets at three am, and everyone else in between cover credit: -sidjenkins
